Yang Jian looked on helplessly as his cousin Xiao Yuan and the girl named Lin Xiaoxi disappeared into the crowd at the market, so sudden that he didn't even have time to stop them. The reason he couldn't stop them was not that he was slow to react but because of his wariness.
He dreaded that one of the two people was a ghost, which is why no one dared to get close, leading to that situation.
The ghost seemed to know its own situation very well.
The more rational one is, the easier it is to fall into a trap.
On the contrary, someone like Xiao Yuan, with her naturally airheaded and intermittently forgetful nature, would be less likely to be targeted. Perhaps her decision to rush out just now was the correct one.
Yang Jian couldn't be sure.
His unease intensified as the rain in the sky grew heavier; what had started as a light drizzle had now turned into a steady downpour, making the surroundings increasingly gloomy and oppressive.
